Ta Da... my poem:
The monster came munching on bloody meat.
Quivering with fear, the men hid in a corner.
Odysseys stepped forward brave and strong as always.
The giant looked at him peering at the great hero.
Swallowing loudly, the snack-sized hero approached the Cyclops.
Lifting the wine filled bowl Odysseus waltzed up to him,
"Here is a gift of lush wine given to you from warriors."
The monster laughed heartily, amused at the miny man before him .
His booming voice shook the cave, sending bats crying,
"No thank you diminutive human. I do not drink liquor."
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